Reese’s pieces include:
chubby little clasped hands, sweet furrowed brows, preciously pouted lips, breathtakingly beautiful eyes, and rolls of squeezable baby goodness.
Add them all up, and she’s seven months of perfection. ♥
Bailey started kindergarten today. I didn’t even have time to fully wrap my head around that fact and then it suddenly just happened. And now it is over.
She loved it. It was “awesome” and “amazing” and “the best day ever” and every other sunshine-dipped Bailey superlative. I’m proud of my daughter. PROUD of her. It’s all I can do to just sit back and marvel sometimes. She is absolutely infectious, and I am so lucky that I get to share her with others.
Parker…the third grader. His classroom doesn’t have toys, or primary colors, or crayon-filled desks, or teachers with sing-song voices. But man, he’s ready. I’ve watched this kid geek out recently. Minecraft is an OBSESSION, the U.S. Presidents are his hobby-du-jour, and I find myself panicking at times when I realize that I’M NOT THE BOSS OF HIM. When we hug these days, he’s letting go first. He wants sleepover parties and has secrets with his “bros”. He wants his jeans to be skinny, his hair to be long, and he thinks the Internet restrictions that we give him are “so unfair”. Don’t get me wrong…this precious baby of mine is nothing short of perfection – but he is GROWING UP.
I am humbled and I am grateful, and I am so desperately, wildly, shamelessly in love with these two little humans. Take care of them, world, and they will give you so much in return.
I liked the way you looked today.
I liked how you went upstairs to dress yourself and then called down excitedly, “Are you ready to see my surprise fashion clothes??”
I liked when you impatiently tugged and nuzzled at my arm during lunch when I was trying to chat with a friend. It’s hard to stay annoyed when you are giving me upper arm hickies.
I liked how hard you worked on the sight word flash cards. I’ve never seen such fidgeting and short term memory in my life…but I know you were trying.
I liked how you ate all of your spaghetti squash and six lima beans.
I liked the “joke” that you made up and how you giggled your way through telling it to me. “What do you call a strawberry with no straw? A BERRY!”
I liked the way you looked today, Bailey. And I hope I never forget it.